HandMade:

by Scott Cole   Jun 16, 2015


I am a Piece of Mire Clay
Oh Jesus take your hands,
Mold me and shape me
Into a good loving man.

Give me your true love
Give me your pure blood,
For without either the two
I would still be like mud.

For you are the Great Potter
So sculpt me as you feel like,
Carve your name on my heart
And bring my inner soul alive.

Show me what it feels like
To touch your healing hands,
So hold me and craddle me
Make me a good loving man.

Roll me between your fingers
And streatch me out to form,
For you are the Master of all
And I am of your dust storm.

You will give me a purpose
And you will give me a reason,
When you are finished with me
Then it will be my growing season.

I know I'll be another Masterpiece
But I want be made out of plaster,
Nor of mud or clay or even of dust
But of LOVE; like God my Master.

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments